treasure...

I always find treasure on my walks

thankfully my parka has plently of pockets

but I always wish

that I had stuffed a grocery bag

in one of those pockets

yesterday

was a day of bundling up collections

of treasured things

tea dyed tags

on rusty

circled silks

chai bundles

and bones

maybe it is this odd winter

of circling around the ice

but I am smitten

with bundling

and gathering

circling round

the bundles

a drawing in close

a sensual love

for the odd, the found, the potentially discarded

but also

there are the treasures

that don't fit into my pockets

the quiet

sitting spots

the snow hearts

the tracks of wing-ed things

taking flight...

and the treasure

of your e-mails, notes and comments

here and here

many heartfelt thanks,

your generosity

is most appreciated...

 

xox - eb.